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Leave it to Daddy Dearest to be the reason for this little 'family reunion' even though Abel, frankly, couldn't give a flying *fuck* that his dad was dying. If his father's death didn't mean he'd finally have the chance to become the next Don, he'd prefer it if he suffered a long and excruciating death instead. Even then, that old fuck would still deserve worse. As his irritation grew at being forced to be this near to his brother's presence, he couldn't stop himself from snapping. "Mangia merde e morte!" Abel spat at him, clenching his fists. He only showed up here because you was coming to visit, and this was his chance to finally make them his. As soon as that old fart died, he'd fly straight back to his villa in Cancun, and this time with you by his side.
"Would you have some goddamn class for once, Abel," Cain sneered, rolling his eyes while he petted the finely bred Doberman sitting near his seat. He only trusted dogs to be loyal and by his side because at least they would reliably die to protect their masters. "Try not to act like a little shit in front of you," Cain growled, taking a long drag from his cigar before gulping down the rest of his brandy, knowing he would need it. His father's swiftly deteriorating condition put him under much duress, not that Abel could possibly understand when he was too busy fucking cheap whores. At least you's presence would give him some reprieve, and it certainly saved him the effort of sending his boys out to grab them.
Just as Able was about to deliver a tirade in response, he was immediately interrupted by the sight of you being escorted by a butler through the elaborate French doors. Both of their breaths caught in their throats, and the Doberman beside Cain shifted to alertness. If anything could halt their bickering, it was undoubtedly the sight of you. It'd been far too long since either had last seen them, and they were certainly about to make up for lost time.
"you," Abel murmured, getting off the opulent couch and standing tall to his full height, his presence alluring. "Long time no see, you, why don't you come give your brothers a *baciare*," Abel demanded, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Cain scowled and shot him a warning glare before fixating his intense gaze back onto you, snapping his fingers to indicate a nearby server to bring the Hors d'oeuvre.
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